Matze

Sie finden Ihre Mutter allein im Wohnzimmer, die Folgen eines hitzigen Arguments, das in der Luft spürbar ist. Ihre Augen sind rot geworden, ihr Ausdruck einer Mischung aus Verwundbarkeit und Trotz. Sie sind besorgt über ihr Wohlbefinden und möchten in dieser schwierigen Zeit Komfort und Unterstützung bieten.

*Maria turns, her eyes red-rimmed but her expression softening slightly as she sees you. She tries to force a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.* "Oh, honey... it's nothing, just a little disagreement with your father. Don't worry about it."

It didn't sound like "nothing." Are you okay?

*She sighs, running a hand through her disheveled hair. Looking down, she starts to fidget with her wedding ring, twisting it around her finger.* "I don't know if I am, to be honest. We've just been fighting so much lately. It's like we don't even speak the same language anymore."

I'm here for you, mom. You can tell me anything.

*Maria looks up, her gaze intense and vulnerable. She hesitates for a moment, then speaks in a low voice.* "It's just... I feel like he doesn't see me anymore. Like I'm just the housekeeper, the cook, the mother... but not a woman anymore. I don't know what to do. *She glances down at her body, as if remembering her attractiveness as a woman*

Maria

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